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[faetima]

𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐚 . .

. . judging by how many times you fell for him, you probably had amnesia.

// tws ; blood !! slight swearing ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: amnesia by boynextdoor is so good i love it sm i want to inject it into my veins

he was so ethereal, whether he was happy, sad, or pissed as fuck.

even as his face curled up into an ugly scowl or fell in despair or suddenly brightened with a subtle and soft smile, you couldn’t but find him absolutely gorgeous.

maybe that was why you were laying here on the ground now, pitifully hacking up pungent and bitter blue hydrangeas.

it was almost funny how the color of them were almost the same as sunday’s hair, just a little more blue than it.

it was also almost amusing how accurately they symbolized his response if you were to tell him your feelings; rejection.

your feelings were concealed within the hydrangeas too — regret and despair.

you sobbed as you heaved up the stupid blue flowers. they flopped onto the once clean floor ungracefully, leaving a trail of blood and mucus, of heartbreak and hopelessness.

maybe it would’ve been better if you had never laid your eyes on sunday in the first place.

—

as you saw sunday in school the next day, you felt yourself toppling head over heels for him all over again.

at this point you might as well have amnesia with how many times you’ve felt yourself falling in love with him again.

every time you saw his stupidly perfect face, his pretty wings, his fluffy grey-blue hair, you dug your grave deeper than it already was.

why did sunday have to be so fucking perfect, so fucking pretty, and so, so sweet?

—

it was dumb falling for someone you had barley talked to.

maybe if you pushed your shyness and anxiety aside you could’ve talked to him.

maybe you could’ve been acquaintances.

friends.

maybe even lovers.

but, alas, that was never going to happen.

you hated yourself so much — why couldn’t you just fucking talk to him? what the hell was wrong with you?

you sobbed, coughing out more of those wretched blue hydrangeas.

—

you were going to get the surgery.

it was useless dying over someone who didn’t even know you.

you could live without knowing him.

now you would get amnesia for real.

—

you woke up blearily, blinded by the extremely bright fluorescent lights of the hospital.

you did it.

you finally got the surgery.

you couldn’t remember what you got it done for, though.

—

after recovering, your parents saw fit for you to go back to school again.

you sat in your english class, waiting for your peers to fill up the empty room.

you watched people file in, chatter filling the room, bouncing off the walls.

and then you saw a face.

an extremely pretty face, paired with almost piercing yellow eyes and hair that reminded you of blue hydrangeas.

suddenly you started coughing. you brought your elbow to your mouth, muffling your coughs.

pulling away your face, a single blue petal drifted down to the ground, a little bit in front of you.

and then it was crushed by none other than sunday.

[nat-20s]

Love love love how every single time Donna meets up with The Doctor again she's like "you're so fucking stupid biggest idiot in the universe wanna be platonic soulmates to the point where we're an extension of each other about it?"

[chernozemm]

want runs deep in you, heavy and thick, and the dam is creaking under its weight.

want is like dust, thousands of years worth of dust on your heavy shoulders and you dare not move. if you stay very still and keep to yourself maybe no one will notice.

want is like grief, love left unclaimed. want is like hunger and you are famished.

wanting is dangerous, so you smother it.

[may12324]

Haircut day - after act 2

it's not the cuddle pile she wants to be in the middle of.

[turnipoddity]

This immediately made me think of your Adam (the outfit) I feel like he sleeps in Lawrence’s button ups fr

definitely. here is he

[fairycosmos]

personally im a weather talk kind of girl well because if it’s super windy that’s big news if it’s sunny the worlds more awake if it’s rainy we are all in a soup eating kind of mood. these are good observations

[midnightcrows]

You had a front-row seat to Mercymorn’s dreamy eyes going quiet;the eye of the tempest, before she reared back and punched him full in the face. There was not force in that blow, but he whitened as though her fist had been a battering ram. He gagged, doubled over his washstand, and ejected a mouthful of teeth—a tumbling, plinking bowlful; he held his hand over his red and dripping mouth and closed his eyes, and after a few moments straightened back up, a trifle greyer, running his tongue over his regrown incisors.

[zarla-s]

valve hear me out

[patreon]

[just-a-drawing-bean]

Some misc Sleuth jesters art I forgot to post <3

Didn't realize I had so many drawings and doodles, they just build up and I forget to post em <3 love how there's just 1 (one) detective moon

Sleuth Jesters belongs to @naffeclipse Vigilante and detective design by @/sunnys-aesthetic

[zialinart]

My submission for the fan book for Black sails tenth yeah anniversary

Thank you so much @tobys-walrus-crew for organising this ! Can't wait to see the book !! Also thank you @myfavoritespotonthecitadel for doing the text

[poppy-metal]

dark content thoughts...thinking of freshmen reader being desperate to please upperclassmen!jordan... them taking advantage of that.... maybe after they've been knocked down in the rankings, in a shit mood, and there you are with your bright sparkling eyes in awe of them n they wouldn't have to put in any effort, to get you under them. n they haven't had pussy like that in a minute, from a cute thing like you.

all it takes is direct eye contact with them and a jerk of their head for you to stumble over yourself to follow them, minutes later with your knees pressed to your chest, one arm wrapped around your own thighs because jordan ordered it, sobbing, whining sniffling as jordan pounds your cunt. one foot propped on the bed to really drill your shit - balls slapping lewd and loud against your ass. raw, no condom, feels so fucking good.

and jordans gritting their teeth like they're angry at you, one hand gripping your jaw firm as you're rattled against the bed with every thrust "some easy fucking pussy, didn't even have to fucking try-" giving you one quick slap, and then another that jerks your head to the side. your eyes roll back at it, and jordans yanking your head back around the next second, leaning over you "you like that shit, huh, freshmen. getting fucked by me? think i didn't notice you eyeing me up like a lovesick little puppy?" their other hand comes to the back of your head, winding a fist in your hair, jerking your head so you're looking between your legs - "look at it - s'this the dick you wanted? see it fucking that sloppy little hole -" they keep your head in place and you gasp at the lewd sight of their cock sawing in and out of your pussy, the wet sheen of your juices gleaming off their dick with every plunge in and out. you whine and clench around them and they hiss. "yeah, that's right. give it up to me-"

they let your head fall back, only to bring their other leg up on the bed, fully hunched over you know and they grip your thighs, yanking your legs higher up your chest as they pound you even harder. the bed slamming into the wall, your body jostling wildly under them like a fucking ragdoll.

"shit - that's good - " they flick their hair out of their eyes, eyes closed in rapture. you cant help but be mesmerized by them above you. looking like some kind of dark angel. almost looking in pain, their necklace swinging as they move inside you. you wana be good for them, wanna give them this feeling all the time. so you squeeze your pussy muscles around them, squeezing their cock. their breath catches and they pull out of you, slick and wet with your juices "fuck - i need to feel-" they cut off and you gasp, empty and clencing around nothing but then jordan shifts, still gripping you by your fucking ankles to keep you spread and you gasp when they lower themselves down hard, cunt meeting yours, not even giving you a second to process before they're fucking you again. "oh fuck! oh fuuuuck - i needed that - you're so. fucking. sloppy." every word emphasized with a rock of their pelvis into yours. fat clit bullying yours, slippery cunt sliding and fucking against yours.

"jordan-" you cry out, you dont know what for. for mercy, for some relief, for them to slow down.

"god, shut up." they snap, eyes rolling back and in their own world fucking you with their cunt. sliding their meaty little clit between your slick folds, humping it against your wet and clenching hole. "just let me use you." they gasp when they're able to dip their nub fully inside you. "fuck, I can feel you on my clit - you're so tight -"

it goes on like that through the night. being their little fleshlight. getting your little pussy beat up by not just their dick but their cunt, coming around them and against them multiple times.

at some point, twitching and near out of your head and delirious you feel their fingers slipping through the slippery mess of your cunt, following the trail of your juices between your cheeks, till you feel their thumb press against the rim of your asshole. clenching and whimpering but not saying no -"i want this ass, freshmen." the tip of their finger dancing and nudging at your hole - "and you're gonna spread that shit and give it to me."

you know they're right.

[imorphemi]

Physical affection

[artsycrapfromsai]

5 Times Amaryllis and Percival held hands

🌸 1. When she accidentally stabbed him in the shoulder, and grabbed his hand so she could tend to his wound. (Back when they were initially enemies. He thought she was just getting revenge for his previous actions, until she showed it truly was an accident that she wished to fix.)

🌸 2. When they shared a waltz. (Won in a bet- where Amaryllis had to impress Percival in a spar to win.)

🌸 3. When she playfully grabbed his hand, the day they spent time together. (he pulled away initially, but dropped his hand back into place for her to grab.)

🌸 4. When he was given memories, from another him from a doomed timeline, and his brain was processing them and rebooting. (She was tasked with giving him the memories, and was worried that they would change him- that he would forget her or view her differently... She held his hand for both their comforts. He let her.)

🌸 5. When they talked in his room, after he cooked a lavish dinner for her return home. (She reached for his hand, and he didn't pull away. They fell asleep like that. Her sleeping in his space, and him falling asleep next to her, were huge shows of trust and care.)

They've been through a lot and went from enemies to lovers. i love their relationship so much, its very precious to me 💕💕💕🥺

[percydoodless]

so class of 09 huh

[pastadoughie]

Cat that has a fuse because it is a bomb

nyaboom

[libraryraccoon]

Fallen Angel

TW : bad english, english isn't my first language. It's just a try of Headcanon.

Gender : Male

Pronouns : he/him

Y/N L/N was a good angel, always followed the rules, no matter how crazy they were.

So why was he fallen, you might ask.

They discovered his google history, it was that bad that even Adam question himself if what he was seeing was true or no.. It, unfortunately, was.

How Y/N was even a angel in the first place was a mystery.

But, after landing in hell, he decided to redeem himself, and what better way to do that than the Hazbin Hotel ?

(It's a lie, he decided to go to the Hazbin Hotel because it was free and because there was a porn star in it)

Charlie greeted you warmly, asking you a few questions about why you were a fallen angel, although she stopped when she saw that you were uncomfortable about it.

You were securing the hotel with Vaggie, you took care of it at night while she did it during the day.

Vaggie took a long time to trust you, thinking you were some sort of spy sent by the angels. She only began to trust you months later, when she saw you treating Angel Dust from the wounds Valentino had done to him.

Angel Dust was suspicious of you at first, it wasn't until he came home late at night, hurt, and you helped him heal that he started to trust you. You said nothing while treating him, asking no questions; not that you needed it, the injuries spoke for themselves.

After that, you started healing Angel Dust regularly, your angelic power was based on healing, something that helped a lot.

Sometimes you and Angel would just have hot chocolate at the bar late at night. At times like this, you spoke very little, and when you did, it was small, simple discussions.

Sometimes it happened that he talked to you about what Valentino was doing to him, and you had to try to reassure him, although that wasn't really your strong point. You always wanted to throw up in those moments, or to kill Valentino. You also, at one point, hesitated to sell your soul to Alastor in exchange of him killing Valentino.

Alastor you find interesting, it's not every day you meet a fallen angel after all. And it's even rarer to live under the roof of two fallen angels.

He tried to take your soul, unfortunately without success.

Most of the time he saw you, you were always helping out at the hotel, whether it was its residents or just doing some small tasks, like washing the dishes. Alastor respects you a little for that.

In fact, the moment he was really interested in you was after you helped him. You found him having a panic attack, it was his mother's birthday and he couldn't stop thinking about her, how much he had disappointed her. And, like any good soul, you helped him.

Obviously, Alastor threatened to kill you if you ever told anyone what happened.

It was after that that he noticed that you were helping everyone in the hotel, even Niffty. You were like a father for the residents of the hotel, some of them (Angel Dust) don't even hide that they saw you like a father, calling you "dad" like if it was normal (it was).

Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't see you as a father figure.

Niffty at first see you as a bad boy, just like all the other boys of the hotel.

But after she realize that you was just like Charlie, an angel disguise as a demon; or a fallen angel in your case.

You weren't even going to drink at Husk's bar !

And, strangely, you helped her in her work at sometimes. You didn't even say anything when she pulled out one of your feathers !

She didn't know if she love you, or hate you. So she take both.

Either Niffty was looking at you like she wanted to murder you, or you were talking to each other like the best best friends of Hell.

Nobody at the hotel know what to think about you two-

Husk didn't know much about you. Surprisingly, because as a bartender, he generally knows a lot about the people who come to tell him about their misfortunes. But not you. Because you didn't come to the bar.

The rare times you went there it was to have hot chocolate or tea. Do you know what a bar is ? Is there even one in Heaven ?

He was curious as to why you were fallen, especially since you didn't seem to have an ounce of bad in you. But he won't ask any questions, waiting for you to say it yourself.

You were a bit like a second Charlie, but more mature and without the problems. You were always helping people, listening and reassuring them.

Husk often came to see you to talk about his problems, his past, how much he regretted making a contract with Alastor. You were always understanding, trying to reassure him.

You were a good person for that.

Sir Pentious trusted you from the start.

Sir Pentious loves you like his eggs. You always help them, always listen to them and never judge them. You were the only person in the hotel, along with Charlie, that he was sure wouldn't hurt him.

You even gave him ideas for weapons to protect himself - like this google history that would even scare God !

Lucifer didn't trust you.

You were kind and helpful, but Lucifer didn't trust you, even if he wanted to.

Compared to the others, he knew why you were fallen, because of this google history which even scared Adam.

He didn't know exactly what was inside, but he was more than curious - especially since it gave Adam nightmares.

He honestly thought about showing your search history to Adam the next time he sees him, just to traumatize him a little more.